Role

Chapter 5

Arriving home was rough and definitely harder than Zakuun had expected.
Having left his hometown to move out into the main continent, when he
arrived at his old home several years later...it seemed like a lifetime
of difference had occurred. Most of his "family" of the guild had moved
on or kicked the proverbial bucket. A few familiar faces smiled as the
once-young avian returned, although he could see the hints that there was
a look of betrayal in their eyes. He had indeed left them, a smaller
guild to move to the Sultan's desert city. The pain of knowing daily that
down a one of the streets was the remains of his youth was too much...
and he did believe he would improve under a more well-known guild. Even
though he had improved and the art of binding your foe was special to
him, he knew the moment immediately when he walked into his old guild
leader he had made a mistake.

"So ya came to see how us common folk are, eh Zak?"

His coarse voice cracked with a hint of pain, his old mentor's throat
holding a new scar where something had tore out a chunk of flesh. Zakuun
couldn't even answer him as a wave of guilt rolled over him. He had been
selfish of his own path to leave the small guild to the whims of the
harbor city that is constantly under assault from the shadows. Lowering
his head almost sheepishly, the old man reached out and grasped his
shoulder. "It's ok, boy, I know. Dunna hold it against ya fer what ya
did."

"Boy?" Zakuun returned with his humorous smirk. "A boy left but a man
returned - with a plan." He returned the heartfelt grasp and patted his
old mentor on the shoulder. "And what be that Zak? I canna see much
coming out of this little city's ragtaggers..." Zakuun's eyes began to
shimmer with a purplish glow as he seemingly stared into the far
distance. "It's time we call in an investor to help us out." The guild
leader blinked with disbelief. "And who's gunna be this saint?"

"Not a saint...the Lord Twist of Magic. When you aim, aim big."